Once I enter the dinning hall the next morning, I wish I didn't.
Sophie is sitting with a group of girls. Among them is Sharlene.
I grip the strap of my bag on reflex and start to walk past them, hoping I looked indifferent. But soon that is all I become consumed with. How do I make them realize that I don't give a f*ck? Do I wave at her? Act like I don't see her?
Am I waking too straight?
My anxiety vanishes. It's replaced with something acidic, and painful. I see Rylan.
He's with Sabrina.
The wall I'd erected around myself threatens to crack. When I slide into an empty table, I feel irritation at myself well. Why did I think anything between us had changed?
He's only helping me out of some misguided responsibility and not because, heaven forbid, he likes me. A hysterical laugh bub
